The Fields of Athenry
Pete St. John / Paddy Reilly (1983)
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By a | lonely prison wall, I | heard a young girl | ca-a-all | ing: |
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| Michael they have | taken you a | way. |
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For you | stole Trevelyan's | corn, so the | young might see the | morn', |
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Now a prison ship lies waiting in the | bay. |
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| Low | lie the | Fields of | Athenry, where | once we watched the | small free birds | fly. |
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Our | love was on the | wing, we had | dreams and songs to | sing, |
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It's so lonely round the fields of Athen | ry. | | |
By a lonely prison wall, I heard a young man ca-a-alling: | |
Nothing matters, Mary, when you're free. | |
Against the famine and the crown I rebelled, they cut me down. | |
Now you must raise our child with dignity. | |
Low lie the Fields of Athenry, where once we watched the small free birds fly. | |
Our love was on the wing, we had dreams and songs to sing, | |
It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry. | |
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| (ins | tru | men | tal | cho | rus) | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
By a lonely harbour wall, she watched the last star fa-a-alling, | |
As the prison ship sailed out against the sky. | |
For she'll live in hope and pray for her love in Bot'ny bay, | |
It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry. | |
Low lie the Fields of Athenry, where once we watched the small free birds fly. | |
Our love was on the wing, we had dreams and songs to sing, | |
It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry. | |
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